Comments | tribal_may: May N Dax's Room: May: re-entering the Mall

tribal_may

May N Dax's Room: May: re-entering the Mall

Jan 30, 2005 16:34

May shook her head as she slipped out the door to HQ. Man, Macon had really gotten a number done on him. Whoever was in charge of this little game had some real power behind him. Her thoughts shifted to Jordan. She was supposed to find him, but how could she do that without going back to the mall? Of course, she was going to have to go back. ( Read more... )

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_dax January 31 2005, 07:57:14 UTC

Dax left Gel in the Extra Cafe and rushed past her, through the front of the cafe and towards the stairs. His long legs helped him to take wide strides, catching up with May just before she entered the office complex. "Hey," he said casually, resisting the urge to reach out and grab her, he was beyond ecstatic to see her in the Mall, walking, heading back towards the showers, or their room, whatever, as long as it wasn't the Hospital. She was here, she was alive, she was ok, for the most part. She was still messed up, that kid had done a number on her, split lip, black eye. He was reminded that the punk was downstairs, in the cage, and he wanted to pound him. Oh, he'd get his, Dax was sure of this, but he wanted him to be semi conscious before he beat the shit out of him. Dax was so mad, mad at that punk, mad at Lex, mad at the world, but he was beyond relieved to see May ( ... )

tribal_may January 31 2005, 08:19:21 UTC

May made her way up the stairs and down the hallway towards the office complex before she even noticed Dax. It took his casual speaking to bring her attention to him and she turned to look at him. “Hey…” She slowed her walk for him to catch up. In that instant, she became aware of how she must have looked to him, and she felt horrible for not cleaning up earlier. Her hands drifted up to her face, before running it through her hair ( ... )

_dax January 31 2005, 09:19:55 UTC

Dax's eyes shifted down to the floor, the space between them, nowhere in particular. She was right, you couldn't undo the past, you couldn't just forget it, that was what had made him who he was now. Every day, no matter how hard the test, no matter how strong the urge was to give up, you just had to keep going on. At least he was lucky to have someone like May in his life, to help him get through each day. What a sap, he thought to himself ( ... )

_dax February 14 2005, 05:39:54 UTC

After showering, May had come back to the room to get dressed, approving of the shirt and pants he'd chosen, making him feel good inside. He knew he'd look, well different, previrus and kind of adult, but it was important for him to look nice.

Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, Dax put his boots back on as May got dressed, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She was so gloriously beautiful, even if she was quite beat up, purple on her shoulder, anger seeping through his positive outlook. Would he be able to stand long enough during the ceremony, mere feet away from the prisoner, without the urge to beat him into a bloody pulp while unconscious taking control? What if the prisoner woke up? Oh...Dax would take care of him, of this he was certain. He'd even stand as close to the cage room as he could get, just incase.

Dax moved to the dresser as May searched for her jewelry, telling her how beautiful she looked, a shy smile dancing on his face. He fastened his new necklace on with the one May had given to him. One look ( ... )